Content warning. This story contains extreme graphic violence and disturbing content. Discretion is advised. Calaroga Shark Media, Hello and Welcome to Ghost. This episode is titled The Underground. The London Underground, a labyrinth of tunnels snaking beneath the bustling streets, had borne witness to countless tales over its storied history, but few could match the sheer horror and depravity of the haunting that plagued the Northern Line, where the vengeful spirit of a brutally murdered woman stalked the shadowed corridors, exacting a bloody vengeance upon those unfortunate enough to cross her path. It began on a rain soaked night in October, when university student Kira Thompson found and herself rushing to catch the last tube home from Camden Town. As she hurried down the dimly lit platform, the echo of her footfalls seemed to take on a sinister cadence, as if the very walls were whispering ominous warnings. Kira brushed off the uneasy feeling, chalking it up to the late hour and her overactive imagination. Little did she know that she was being watched her every move scrutinized by a malevolent force that had been lying in wait. As the screeching wheels of the approaching train pierced the silence, Kira stepped forward, her mind already drifting to the warm embrace of her bed. But just as she crossed the yellow line, a figure emerged from the shadows, moving with preternatural speed. Before Kira could even register what was happening, a viciously strong arm wrapped around her throat, cutting off her desperate screams. She fought wildly, her nail clawing at the assailant's face, but to no avail. With a sickening crack, her neck was snapped, her lifeless body crumpling to the platform like a rag doll. The killer, a deranged drifter named Darius Croft, wasted no time in dragging Kira's corpse into the shadows, his twisted mind already plotting his next move. Withdrawing a wicked looking blade from his tattered coat, he set to work methodically dismembering the young woman's body with surgical precision. By the time the first commuters arrived the next morning, all that remained of Kira Thompson were a few scattered pools of drying blood, and a severed hand, its fingers frozen in a final desperate plea for mercy. In the days and weeks that followed, the grisly murder sent shock waves through the city as authorities scrambled to piece together the scant clues left behind. But as the investigation installed, a far more sinister force began to take root in the bowels of the underground. Witnesses started reporting sightings of a pale, blood spattered figure lurking in the shadows of the Northern Line platforms. At first, the stories were dismissed as urban legends, the product of overactive imaginations and late night terrors, But as the sightings grew more frequent and the details more chilling, a horrifying truth began to emerge. Kira Thompson's mutilated spirit had become bound to the site of her brutal murder, her anguished cries echoing through the tunnels like the whales of a banshee, and she was hell bent on exacting revenge upon those who dared to tread her haunted domain. The first victim was a young businessman named Aidan Blake, who had the misfortune of being caught alone on the platform at Bank's station in the early hours of the morning. As he stood waiting for his train, the temperature seemed to plummet, and a bone chilling fog rolled in, obscuring his vision. Suddenly, a blood curdling scream pierced the silence, and Kira's grotesque apparition materialized before him, her eyes hollow pits of rage, and her broken neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Aiden barely had time to register the horror before an invisible force slammed him against the tiled wall, his skull cracking like an eggshell upon impact. As he lay dying, his life blood pooling around him, Kira's spectral form loomed over him, her ethereal fingers tracing the contours of his face with perverse tenderness. You'll keep me company now, she hissed, her voice little more than a guttural rasp. We'll be together forever in the cold embrace of death. From that day forward, the Northern Line became a veritable killing ground, with Kira's extending to anyone foolish enough to traverse her subterranean kingdom. After nightfall, office workers, students' even homeless vagrants. None were spared from her ghastly retribution. The police were baffled, unable to find any rational explanation for the escalating body count and the gruesome state of the victims, many of whom had been viciously mutilated in the same manner as Kira herself. It was as if an ancient evil had taken root in the underground, feeding off the anguish and suffering of its hapless prey. It wasn't until a rookie detective named Sasha Patel stumbled upon an obscurer cult tome detailing the law of vengeful spirits, that the true nature of the hauntings began to come into focus. According to the ancient text, Kira's unfinished business in the mortal realm, coupled with the sheer savagery of her death, had bound her tortured soul to the sight of her murder, and the only way to break the curse was to lay her mutilated remains to rest through the performance of an intricate ritual. Sasha knew it was a long shot, but with the body count mounting and no other viable leads, she had no choice but to take the plunge into the realm of the supernatural. Gathering what few personal effects of cure as the police had recovered, along with ancient artifacts and ceremonial powders prescribed by the tone, she ventured alone into the shadowed depths of the Northern Line after midnight. The stillness of the abandoned platform was suffocating, the air thick with dread. As Sasha began the meticulous process of setting up the ritual, candles flickered, their wavering flames, casting eldrich shadows that seemed to dance with malicious intent, And then, like a whisper carried on a wraith's breath, the first anguished cries began to echo through the tunnels. Kira had taken the bait. As the spectral wails grew louder, Sasha's heart pounded in her chest, her hands slick with sweat as she frantically chanted the archaic incantations. Suddenly, a blast of frigid air swept over her, extinguishing the candles and plunging her into absolute darkness. Did you really think you could banish me so easily, little insect? Kira's disembodied voice reverberated, all around her, Dripping with contempt. Sasha's blood ran cold as the ghost's gruesome form materialized before her, its broken and twisted limbs, defying the laws of physics. With a guttural snarl, Kira's talons lashed out, raking across Sasha's face and drawing forth a torrent of blood. But just as the darkness threatened to consume her, Sasha's trembling fingers found purchase on the ceremonial dagger lying beside the ritual circle. With a primal cry, she plunged the blade deep into her own chest, her life blood spilling forth and mingling with the powders and artifacts. Kira recoiled, her ethereal form, flickering wildly as the ancient magic took hold. Sasha's dying breaths were spent uttering the final incantations, her eyes locked with the ghosts. In a moment of sublime defiance, she screamed, painfully and slowly, this ends now. With those words, a blinding light erupted from the ritual circle, its searing brilliance burning away the darkness and engulfing Kira's anguished spirit. Her unearthly screams echoed through the tunnels, shaking the very foundations of the underground itself, and then as quickly as it began, it was over. The light faded and the platform was plunged into silence once more, save for the gentle patter of Sasha's blood pooling around her lifeless body. In the days that followed, the hauntings ceased, and life in the city slowly returned to normal, But for those who traversed the Northern Line late at night, the memory of Kira's vengeful spirit lingers like a specter, a chilling reminder that some curses are eternal, and some ghosts never truly rest in peace. Ghost is a Caloroga Shark Media production written and hosted by Alexander Ian McIntyre, produced by Mark Francis. Executive producers Mark Francis and John McDermott. Portions of this podcast may have been created with the assistance of AI. This show, along with hundreds of others from Calaroga Shark Media, is a ver billable commercial free on any player Hassle free. Just look for the link in the episode or show notes. Ghost now has merch fine shirts, mugs, and more with the Ghost logo for sale at our merch store. 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